ZP Blog #1 First six weeks Sept. 28, 2012 Title: Detective from Hall ST.
It was stormy rainy day. I’m Detective Hall, but you can call me Detective.
I was sitting and reading a wonderful book when all of a sudden the door flew open and a distraught lady wearing a long flowing dress, tall highills, and holding an umbrella walked through it. “Help! Help!” she cries, “My son was kidnapped!” she said, getting more restless.
“Did you see the culprit?” I ask. “Yes.” She replies, “He had a tall hat, white gloves, and black clothes.” She says, calming down. I hold up a picture that fit her exact description and asked “Is this your kidnapper?””Yes,” she says. She takes me where the kidnapping took place. There was a crowd and the culprit. He saw us, and ran for an alley way.
Blog #1
First six weeks
Sept. 28, 2012
Title: Detective from Hall ST.
It was stormy rainy day. I’m Detective Hall, but you can call me Detective.
I was sitting and reading a wonderful book when all of a sudden the door flew open and a distraught lady wearing a long flowing dress, tall highills, and holding an umbrella walked through it. “Help! Help!” she cries, “My son was kidnapped!” she said, getting more restless.
“Did you see the culprit?” I ask. “Yes.” She replies, “He had a tall hat, white gloves, and black clothes.” She says, calming down. I hold up a picture that fit her exact description and asked “Is this your kidnapper?””Yes,” she says. She takes me where the kidnapping took place. There was a crowd and the culprit. He saw us, and ran for an alley way.